Through the fame, through the fire and the flames,
I adapt to the pain, real niggas do the same.
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me, and that love still remains.
Play the game for my people, stay in charge of your dreams.
Keep your vision focused, get wise, and largen your C.R.E.A.M.
Every coast gotta know, I’m the most with the flow,
No joke I’m a pro, I’m like The Pope on the low.
We were beginners in the hood as 5 Percenters,
But somethin’ must’ve got in us, cause all of us turned to sinners.
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia,
Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia.
Keepin’ this effervescent street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Visualizin’ the realism of life and actuality,
Fuck who’s the baddest, a person’s status depends on salary.
My whole persona’s kinda laid back like a recliner,
And since a minor, I been fucking with marijuana.
Life’s a bitch and then you die.
That’s why we get high,
Cause you never know when you’re gonna go.